It is sad and washed-out. The figures by their looks and even subdued voice are solidly middle-aged. This must be a serious mis-calculation by fag-director King, in that the audience for the series begins with pre-teens and probably peaks with 20-somethings. Sarah Jessica is truly ugly — indeed, even when dressed up as a blushing bride. She has to be the only girl in memory that seems ugly even as a bride. Even Kim Cattrall looks kikey: only Kristin Davis (Charlotte) remains looking like a pretty Aryan goddess — and of course recall that they made her an explicit jewish convert.

How sad to reach middle age and have nothing but the memory of disappearing youthful pleasures to give meaning to life!

The film is about “forgiveness,” but forgiveness as only kike-faggots could conceive of it: there is no shedding of blood for the remission of sins, no Christ, not even a semblance of counterfeit meaning or beauty. If you watch it, do it for the reason my sister has for occasionally reading People magazine — to see the emptiness of life without God.

Actions — even by beasts — are largely causeless and motiveless. There’s always “someone” that tags along on the missions inland, for no reason — and they let him. Purely a plot device. The beast that grabs the pilot — why him only, and how does he disappear? Even feral beasts have a logic to their behavior. Then as the three are running away, sometimes these two are together, and the third separated, other times a different two; finally they all drift back together. Anyone who has run around even in a small wilderness knows that that is not how it happens.

Imagine the survivors including a doctor, an electronics specialist, an FBI man, but no man of the cloth. And the men are all pass-the-buck on religion, so, quite realistically, a woman steps forward and leads the believe-what-you-want memorial service. However, the stage is obviously set to show the emergence of societal institutions like “law and order” from the ground up, including religion, which is therefore purely man-made.

Then you have the racial mix: the usual deep and wise (even if this leads to an erratic outburst) Oriental, the magic Negro, and the silly white bimbette. I suppose the latter is to counter-balance the doctor, so that the white man as bringer of civilization is not suspected as a theme. Probably making the doctor a Negro would have been too counter-intuitive for even producers in our day to have seriously considered.

So there is no need to mock SJP for her natural deficiency of pulchritude.

But the real question is why Aryan girls fawn over her as if she did have something to offer, whether in the department of beauty or wisdom.

Actually, I’m not at all sure they do. This is probably at bottom a story about who controls Hollywood more than anything else.

It’s as if everyone intuits that it is outrageous to reduce women to the same level as men.